When we left our intrepid explorers, they were camped in a soggy bog of a site somewhere between Colorado Bend State Park and Lake Buchanan. We’ll pick up as they awaken in their tent to the serenade of an unexpected visitor . . .

When we left Jerry Craven and myself, we were camped on an island in the middle of the Colorado River, savoring cool beverages and the serenade of a hoot owl.  We’ll continue the next morning, just before dawn…